This is the SIXTH day...

This is the sixth day…
I left my college on 4th of june.. at 4 pm.. my best buddies were there to see me off.. I went ahead to take my seat .. it was very hard to take even a single step ahead to my car.. i must have been happy as I was going home..but it was not like that..it was something like..every moment went like a flashback through my mind..there were tears in my eyes..i was saying good byes to my buddies with smile on my face along with tears in my eyes..there was nothing to say..still a lot to be expressed..so many thoughts..so many memories to share, so many moments to live…but the time was running ahead of me.. i was just trying to catch it..but it was not possible..at all..it defeated me..
I took my seat..my car got started and now how early or late I would leave everything was only dependent on my car’s speed..:(
Unfortunately everything was fine with the car.. and finally I had to leave every shaking hand saying me good bye.. i was about to leave my hostel life..where I spent three years of my college life..that Mess- sometimes good or sometimes bad, that Garden where we tried to lose our weight using “walking therapy”, where we did so much gossip, so many fights, so much “taang khichayi” and all, that Roof-where we spent our evenings, and those Rooms where we shared our happiness, sorrows, secrets and so many emotions with our friends…
As I passed through the Step Hbti.. i remembered how many times I was there waiting for someone or someone else waiting for me.. the way to Nawabganj.. where I did everything daring which i think only few girls of my college did… to have tea at Kuanwala shop, to have all those dirty Paani ke Batashas, to have those Bergers worth Rs. 10 only, to have that Veg Biryani, to have that Lassi, to have those mangoes on the road itself without any care, to have that ganne ka juice, that shikanji of mamtawala, those creamroles near Chanda Bakrey, that gulabjamun and more…oh my god……..how can I forget all those comments and staring eyes which we tolerated in Nawabganj.. and ofcourse our Faredeal corner..:)
Next i entered the gate, where the workshop arena starts from.. i remembered the workshop where we did only class bunks, where we had food in our first year of college..where I made new friends..who didn’t last forever..they were only for first year..now I realize.
Next came the Mechanical Department..it has some special place in my heart…the reason is very much known… I used the water cooler of this department many times.. my first interview of roadies as a participant, next time I was the interviewer in the same event. It was really a very good experience..we prepared very different type of tasks for roadies..or “panache and pizzaz”..original name to hamne bhi use nahi kiyaJ..
I believe I was able to clear my interview for the training in Asian Paints only because I found myself more confident after I faced the rodies interview first.
Next is Computer Science Department.. initially 3 of my best buddies were from this branch.. next I got some new friends of the same branch in my final year . This is the place where we lost our beloved Digital camera…oh my god…I missed it too much.. hamne sari faculty ke samne ekdam hangama kar diya tha..offo..
Next the main building, where I passed my four years of graduation officially.. BUT nobody knowsJ
Our practical lab.. where we played with colours, criticized our teachers too much(the reason they all did smoking during the lab timing, there were no fan & no chairs to sit) it seemed to be like hell..but actually it wasn’t..i felt it when I was about to leave it..my last viva of industrial tour..with my wounded toe..how did I manage that day, only I know..:(
Our class rooms I didn’t like them ever.. i was always the first one behind my teacher to leave the class, and yes I remembered I teased Shilpi too much for Water..only we knowJ
Wo DA Sir, HOD aur Rai sir ke office ke chakkar lagana..wo guest house na jane ke liye mara mari..wo juniors ko samjhana..aur unse gapshap karna..hamara pyara seminar haal.. wo sare tests conduct karana PDP club me.. and all that photography all the time & everywhere.. wo Gooler ka ped.. wo acads ke bahar rukkar assignments aur files complete karna.. wo chemistry lab..where we did nothing except gossiping..wo AKS Sir se daant khana.. wo Maithani sir ke taane sunna, wo Shukla sir ki hansi udana.. aur last CT’s me khoob sari cheating karna..wo cycle stand pe kabhi kabbhi khade hona..aur bas tarah tarah ke pose banake photo lena.. I remembered all of this..we did our graduation in this way..:)..oh my God..Really??
One very important thing.. i miss u DA Sir..u will always be my favorite one..
Next is the Auditorium.. I remembered my first onstage performance in Freshers..my group performance with a song “AWARA BHANWRE” , later on I was searching for my voice in the videoJ.. then that Enspark time.. which gave me some of my very good friends as a gift..all those meetings with Rai sir..my company’s presentation, my little speech on Republic day celebration, that MARCH on 15th August, the Mecharnival session, to leave for Hukka taking advantage of photography club..to attend Alumni meet..Interface, Genesis and all those stayings outside the auditorium..
Now comes the LT Court..I remembered two years of mine with Lawn Tennis..all those exercises..some fights..little celebrations, new friends and all..
And now the place where I spent most of my days in final year…skipping my lunch having only tea and tea…CANTEEN..hamara adda comes..which gave me new friends.. i remember those meetings(in 2n dyear) to initiate a common fest, that starting of a new phase of my life.. the phase of expanding my wings. The things which I never had done.. i started doing..and I became ZO..the loveliest name I could ever have. We started with five and turned into more than twelwe..that was good or bad …hard to judge..anyways…
We gained a lot and lost something.. now it seems like its everything.. can’t understand even now.. i remember our farewell in canteen(it was for me, Nitin and Nandu)..quite unexpected..and worth remembering..many emotions were ready to flow out..but to whom and for what.. I dnt know..it was a mixed type of feeling..happy with sad flavor..
Then the final path to Company Bagh..how many kilometers we have walked together even I dnt remember.. but I remember that having tea in raina, bansiwala shop, and yes how can I forget those batashas of chappan bhog..and that taste of imarti..that lassi and subah subah bandh makkhan…
Wo tripling karna ek hi bike pe…rave tak, kabhi ganga bairaj tak aur kabhi company bagh tak..all those experiences related to my job..and support of my friends..how can I forget..:)
Aur sabse last me aayi wo jagah..jo starting point thi meri golden life ki..where I started a new life..which gave me a path to my new life..to new friends, to new memories..it was KAKADEO..it gave me new directions..and a completeness to my life..
Ye chhota sa rasta to nikal gaya kuch hi minutes me…….but there is no end of it In my heart..laga kuch apna aankho se duur ho raha hai..while I knew ye sab hamesha mere dil me mere sath rahega..sach hi kha hai DIL TO BACCHA HAI JI..shayad isiliye ye waqt khatam nahi hone dena chahta..lekin kabhi aisa hota hai kya…J
my heart says..
it was the golden period of my life, no need to say that I will remember everything good or bad..that taught me to live every moment..thanks a lot to all of my friends who helped me to make all those moments worth remembering..it all seems like a dream..but I lived it..its actually college life…and thanks to God that he gave me a chance to live such a life….
I miss all of you too much……
I started this writeup with “it’s the sixth day”.. yes its 10th june.. but actually now its 11th june..its around 12:54 am..i think I miss everything in the same way..too much..whether it’s the sixth day or anyother day..i wish I should remember all these in the same manner so that I can feel the beauty of my life at every moment…